?V/217A, stop work, slaves!?By some form of telepathy, we carried on working.?I said stop work, you worthless pair of cunts!?The whip caught my right ...houlder, and as Lady Noor’s photograph looked on with disapproval, I wondered what she’d make of her slaves being whipped for working.As ordered, we stood to attention facing our machines. All five lights were flashing above now, and I could see a group of about seven uniformed overseers making their way along the centre aisle to us. Nothing they. So ... four months, one week, and a few days after I caught Mr. and Mrs. Asswipe having sex with my wife, the divorce was final. I packed up all my feelings and memories from the destroyed marriage, locked them up behind a door in my mind labeled “Faye—Do Not Open,” and got on with the next phase of my life.Christmas that year, not too long after I got the final decree in the mail, wasn’t really that bad. I spent it with Mom and Dad. It was quiet, but very good for the soul. We exchanged gifts,. He first applied sindoor and then tied the mangalsutra in my neck. I was feeling like real women. I wished to be with him forever. But luck is not with me. He gave me kiss in my forehead. And said sada suhagan raho. Then the driver came and we left for the marriage. My husband stops the car in a flower boutique. Then I and driver were inside the car. He gave a naughty smile and said how was the session. I blushed and said thank you. Then my husband came and said that there were no good flowers.. Ben answers Mort’s concerns about how Ben will mix the concrete in the basement when a cement mixer truck with a long hose turns up. In a few minutes they’re pumping the cement through the eight inch hose running through the backdoor and the kitchen into the form built in the basement. By mid-afternoon all they have to do is to wait for it to set, so Ben and the boys go home for the day.Later in the afternoon Mort walks out to see what the helicopter is delivering now. It has a bunch of sheets.